George looked to his younger brother, offering a warning look, but George already had the perfect punishment in mind for his brother. He would go on with his plan later though, and he brought Sam towards the table. He had to admit, feeling her hand in his was surreal, and George chuckled, softly, as he saw Hermione drag Ron away. Then he looked to the blonde across the table, whose eyes went fierce a moment before she relaxed. "Bill and Fleur are nice, I think they will really like meeting you. They are nice people."

George tuned out the other conversation that was ensuing, and he grabbed the plate and cuppa that his mother had prepared for Sam and set them before her. He gave a warm smile. "Mum's cooking is awesome," he said to her before slipping into the seat beside her. He had made himself a cuppa and sipped on it before he finally realized the site in front of him. Charlie and Emily.

"Oh! Charlie, this is Samantha Carson." George introduced. "I almost completely forgot you weren't quite up yet when she got here."

The blonde then smiled to him. "And you must be George. I'm Emily Reaver." She said, "I would shake your hand, but I don't want to reach across the table."

George nodded, and he smiled. "It's nice to meet you."

"Better to meet Sam though?" She quipped, taking a bite of her food, and George turned a little pink around the ears, and he saw Fred come in. 

"You should have seen him the other night. Oh he was-" Fred began and George stood and covered his brother's mouth. His fingers were being licked, but George did not want to be any more embarrassed than he already was.

*~*~*~*~*

Emily gave a soft smile to Charlie when her eyes caught the sight near the door. Sam was shying away from a couple of people and hiding behind George, or who she assumed to be George. Emily felt a little defensive and tensed up, watching the scene, her eyes narrowing. Sam was like her sister, and Emily didn't want anything to happen to her. Her attention turned away, briefly, and she heard the names.

"Wait, as in Fleur Delacour?" She asked, and Molly nodded. 

"You know her?" Molly asked, and Emily shrugged.

"Sort of. I went to Beauxbatons for a while, and a few years back I went there to orient a class full of students wanting to be auror's. I met Fleur while I was there. Granted, she had no interest in being an auror, but I owed our Headmistress a favor, and we hit it off." Emily said. 

Molly smiled. "Well, then I am sure this will be a pleasant surprise."

Emily nodded before the introductions came between Charlie and Sam and her and George. She couldn't help herself but to tease him, but it seemed the boy identical to him was doing that just fine. Then Frd's mouth was uncovered, and he happened to catch sight of her pendant.

"Charlie, I see you found a girl as I to dragons as you are." Fred's eyebrows wiggled a bit, and Emily immediately brought her hand to her pendant. A rather nervous habit indeed.

"They are strong, beautiful, misunderstood creatures. Not to mention dangerous, kind of like a few people I know. So, yes, I do admire them." Emily said, finishing off her breakfast and taking her plate and washing it in the sink.